Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream,
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
life is but a dream.
Humming this childhood nursery rhymes made me think beyond the words of the rhyme in a way that I had never thought of.
Life is certainly a dream and your dream is what you make of it.
When you wake up to life, life will surely wake up to you.
Staring at that boat – called life, with your hands in your pocket won’t get it across the seashore; you’ve got to start to row the boat of your life diligently.
Grab your oars.